Hi there. I have another story. Here it is.
Three months ago, I was vacationing in Pasadena, California. I enjoy the heat, though I try not to perspire too much.
So I was in Pasadena, and I was sipping a cup of warm milk in front of a Starbucks Coffee House when I thought I saw Miley Cyrus, but it was not her.
It was only Lizzie Maguire. Or whatever her name might be. The ugly shiksa, you know. But she was carrying a Hannah Montana purse.
I should not have gotten my hopes up, because I should know better. Miley Cyrus wouldn't carry a Hanna Montana purse.
Sincerely,
-Morty Horowitz
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